I Don't Like The Vampire Books. I

Claire, Did I Invite You To My Bbq?" "no." "then Why Are You Up In My Grill?

I Was A Terrible Athlete And A Pretty Bad Student. I Couldn't Focus. My Imagination Was Always Racing.

I Like Writing About The Issues We All Bump Up Against As We Get Older, But I Try To Present Them In A Fun Way.

Because Whipping An Atlas At Jackson's Head While He Was Flirt-touching That Frankie Girl In Geography Would Have Been Very Satisfying. And Beating Him With The Eiffel Tower Snowglobe While He Kissed Cleo In French Would Have Been Tres Cathartic. But She Hadn't. Instead She'd Been Egg-like: A Hard Shell On The Outside, And A Runny Mess On The Inside.

The Confusing Lesson Whipped Frankie's Anger Into Something She Had Never Felt Before. It Was Like An Emotional Meringue - The Airy Feeling Of Loneliness Topped With The Hard Crisp Of Injustice. Yet Its Taste Was Far From Sweet.